Bender vs Syd Vicious Lyrics
[Round 1: Bender]
Now months before the king of the dot chain was a bungee cord attached to a cutting board
The title was respected and mine was the one yall was gunnin for
Now whats the fuckin score Syd
You think you on my level asshole
I only took this battle so I could finally tell some fat jokes
Now Cid Vicious was a bass guitar playing punk that overdosed
Not some big titted disgrace that Arcane would love to motor boat
We all know Sid the wrestler is not where you found your stage name
Cuz anyone here can recognize Kamala with out his face paint
So right here is where I start burying Syd
This mark loves me more then a mark cares to admit
Bump my cd til your car stereo skips
The bass straight fuck up the hardware in your whip
Pardon me if I start staring at your tits
But that large pair is as thick as the arm hair on your bitch
Im back on my card carrying barbarian shit
To this Syd Vicious this is a tar heroin hit
And Syd's ex looks like Skrillex
A he she on some sloppy shit
You lick the festering infections from the piercings on her bottom lip
Your new girl looking tight though
And believe me when I saw her Syd
She broke that peace/piece off quicker then a treaty on the Gaza strip
Did her homework offered me dome first
Call me Pangaea find me on top of your whole world
Soak the mattress, fuck a trojan magnum my prophylactic
Could double as a sleeping bag for Tony Madness
I did some down sizing, that's economics Syd listen up
Feeling King shit but I can't hand that pink slip to you cuz
My moods up and down like the market so if I get in a rut
See whos boss when that depression hits, you the first one getting cut
Canadian porno slayer i chop your corpse into bits
Mail your torso straight from California state
To North Decatur Georgia in a storage container player and I aint sorry for shit
I smoke a half vault of that bath salt eat your fuckin face off the assault
And still make it out to the bar to get a round for last call
Lets get it!
[Round 2: Bender]
He tried to build a scene to build his name but cant ignore the very fact
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That for all he tried to build the support is rarely matched out in Georgia where he raps
So of course its very sad that he's built that up in vain/vein more then his coronary plaque
You stepped to Swave he knocked you down a freakin staircase
Soul had you shook like a North Korean air raid
Now you bout to see this Georgia peach go pear shape
Think he'll hold his own, No he wont arrivederci
Young grizzly come ruff with me and leave'em bear mace
Buck fifty yer gut Sydney keep the spare change
Fuck with me I pull that spine out piece by piece
Spread those discs around L.A. like Machina Murete
Whatchu thinkin lettin Ben spar with this hefty weight
Walkin Death Star hearts of depth charge set to detonate
Monitor his pulse if his breath starts to accelerate
Syd you feel that numbness in your left arm, you meditate
The next carb you ingest could make your whole system shut down
Say your runnin blocks, I never bought that story
This mans music is as translucent as Stan Kubricks moon landing movie
With the flag moving just a fraud recording
If I hear another track of you talking greezy on a beat
I will creep up where you watching TV with your niece
Gorilla pimp slap knock the feces out your teeth
And make you listen to Hopsin CD on repeat for a week
You make my skin crawl like scarab beetles
From the withdraw of a heroin needle
Rip that maraschino cherry out your chest theres no equal
Got Terintino rare cerebral nightmarish inherent evil
I will ride up on Syd fast then a fuckin pair of Speedo's
Came to run his bitch mouth the way I expected
I came to take this fuckin bitch out like a radio edit
Cut!
[Round 3: Bender]
Well let me guess he got that high caliber wide aperture scope
Might blast catch a five inch diameter hole so the flight path
Find fragments of skull on the bike path to your home before shining a black light on the crime after he bolts
Is he really good to hook up those arms deals
Or is Syd pretending he Ricky Henderson on what basis you think he pullin that hard steel
See i can break all that down into a bar thats far more simple
Any gun he talks about is artificial like a starter pistol
Show me where this mans stores the chrome
Ill put that 4 pound to my head like a Zack Morris phone
Unless you auditioning for the hologram of Heavy D
Check yer voice before I slap the bass out like Geddy Lee
Anything that he try to tell you people disregard
Syd is sweeter then my great grandmothers Christmas cards
This beluga couldnt lift an arm to let the whistle spark
Said the kid is hard I aint feeling shit he spit so far
Think youre sharp get ripped apart with scissor parts and mirror shards
Prison bars and lit cigars 50 shards of pickle jars a Shiv I carved from willow bark
Six alarm chill farm pepper spray and scimitars fishing barbs
Flat serrated Patrick Bateman business cards
Heads on Santa Monica limbs behind the quickie mart
Just discard him with the garbage down stream on a river barge
Or ditched in Rip Griffin Park with more missing parts
Then a whip thats parked between a titty bar and shipping yard
And you the only one left in Grindtime now that the cloud burst
And they told me to put a nail in the coffin id have to dig it out of the ground first
Drect couldnt sell that channel for a dime of weed
How'd yall dive so deep? Grindtime went from a dynasty
To a dying league in dire need to a dried up scene
With one guy uploading bum fights with dial-up speed
Behind a dumpster digging through some crates no Diamond D!
